Brian to Earth - B DILLA​!​? lyrics

I chopped a sample. Tryed to play it on time/ But Dilla taught me that it doesn't need to be quantized/ So I'ma leave it as is, I do believe in magic/ Ima dreamer but dont sleep on me like a sealy mattress/ I am the epitome of a hat trick/ I can rap, produce tracks and of course I'm attractive/ And wackiness I don't know what that is/ It wasn't in my vocab list for any English cla**es that I have ever had which/ Means I cannot be that adjective/ But if I had to take a crack or a stab at it/ I would a**ume that it is you cuz you are talentless/ Surprisingly, I need you to help me bring balance in/ the world Cuz life is just a bell curve/ Only so many succeed, one of those being me. I come in first/ And according to Ricky Bobby/ If you're not first your last, simply a nobody/ And that's honest truth boy. I hate to break it to ya/ Can't be as dope as me even if you prayed to Buddha/ Cuz you s** and blow hard you should play the tuba/ And your straightness is fishy like a case of tuna/ It's bout time that you face the rumors/ Come out that closet and accept that you're the gayest loser/ You spit baloney, you sit below me like the basement room was/ Your living quarters while I'm up above taking this to a/ Whole 'nother level. Changing the standards/ Raising the stakes cuz these lames got me angered/ So much to the point I'm going vkfhkajbfkjab/ And i STILL sound better than you, even when i babble/ Incomparable are these written lines in my pad/ I'm freakin nice on these pads. I'm living nice in my pad/ And your sh**? I'd rather listen to listen than that/ And that's the truth man, that is the truth man/